C'est la Vie

I know I've abandoned my blog and left it for dead in the recent months (year?). I haven't been feeling very inspired lately to say much and I've been raised with the good ol' gem, "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all."

But just to let you know I'm still alive, here's a short update.

Lately, I've been at a point at my life where I'm very uncertain about what will happen next. I am at once overcome with both excitement and dread. Part of me feels like there is so much I haven't done and I'm not ready to do this... to be an adult. But another part (surprise, surprise, sounding very much like my parents) nags at me to suck it up and just do it, instead of delaying work for travel and finding myself behind in the rat race.

Suddenly I'm reminded of that poem we did for English Literature. Robert Frost? Something about two roads diverged. And the path not taken. But I digress.

It's like a storm is brewing in my heart. I keep feeling like, "This can't be it; is this going to be the rest of my life?" I've seen how people become slaves of work and mortgages and other things that are supposed to make you happy. And sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it to forget how to live by trying to make a living.

I understand that it's something we do to try to get what we want. The guy that quits his engineering job to paint abstracts may lose that girl he loves so much. The girl that stops showing up at her checkout shifts won't be able to keep her puppy. That man that would rather be fishing than staring at his computer all day has to think about his children. But... to cut to the chase, what is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? What is the objective? Because frankly, I'm not getting it. I get it in theory but in practice, so many things stop making sense or at least, makes sense like a party pooper.

I don't know if it's my PMS talking, but I guess I've just been a bit overwhelmed by work and assignments.